" The feminine vanities in Ruth were quiescent; nothing had ever occurred in her life to tingle them into action. “You see, daddy, I don’t think it IS preposterous. As Gosse pushed her around it, she felt his hold about her of necessity loosen slightly. Hark ye, Blueskin," continued he, addressing that personage, who, in obedience to his commands, had, with great promptitude, driven out the rabble, and again secured the door, "a word in your ear. When the bell rang, she lagged behind as was her habit. She would often steal away to tryst with him in the orchard, even now she felt her loins grow warm with the memory of his ardor. "Who's there?" cried Rachel. "Had I not been the guilty wretch I am," he cried, bursting into an agony of tears, "she would never have died thus. . It amounted to two-and-twenty pounds. I haven’t, anyhow.
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